The bloodless ancestor's face was cold and cold, but his eyes began to take it seriously.

"You don't need to bluff. If you really have a half-step to the Qing Dynasty, or the cultivation of the Qing Dynasty, it is impossible for the spiritual realm to be without your name. You can reach the precedent of Shangqing State at this age. "The blood ancestor calmly analyzed.

He wasn't sure if Chen Huan was bluffing.

He was just guessing, and at the same time he was adding strength to himself.

Although Chen Xun did not take any action.

But he was a bit too strong indeed.

His two tricks were completely ineffective against Chen Yan.

However, the blood ancestor Wudao also intends to play his hole cards at this time.

Little world! This is what he learned from another path.

Although it is still quite rough.

But everything has changed dramatically in all aspects of him.

That kind of powerful change is no longer limited to the power of mana.

But it was powerful in all aspects, and the feeling of holding the world in his hands brought him unprecedented pleasure.

If he is now, he will face the battle of 20 years ago and the siege of 12 monks.

He believed that those twelve monks who could be crushed by one hand were dead.

Bloodless blood began to flow from the bloodless ancestor's feet.

"Hey, your relatives are here."

Although Chen Zhi knew that this was a bloodless ancestor spell.

However, this kind of spell still makes Chen Yi can't help voicing.

This picture is really similar to the monthly visits of relatives of women.

The blood ancestor looked at Chen Yan coldly.

Although annoyed that Chen Yan's mouth was unobstructed.

However, he believes that Chen Yan can't laugh soon.

The blood on the foot of the blood ancestor is increasing.

And in the blood on that beach, blood golems began to emerge.

Back and forth, eight blood demon emerged.

"Nine turns of blood demon magic!"

The face of the old liar changed suddenly.

But Chen Yan felt more.

These eight blood demon seem to be united with the blood ancestor.

Not like a monster, more like a bloodless ancestor.

This feeling ... It's as if these eight blood demon are bloodless ancestors!

That's right! It's Xiaotiandi!

The blood ancestor Wudao successfully reached the semi-final state in this way!

In this way, Xiao Chen is no stranger.

When he was halfway in the Qing Dynasty.

The first opponent of the same level, Kons Mossa, was the same way.

Constance Mossa took his demon army as his own little world, and his power was integrated with the demon army.

As long as he doesn't destroy his demonic army, he has endless power.

And his demon army can pollute the entire area, turning the entire contaminated area into a part of Cons Mossa.

The blood ancestor Wudao takes the blood demon as his own little world.

It seems that the bloodless ancestors are much smaller than Constance Mossa.

In fact they have reached such a state.

The scale of Xiaotiandi actually has little effect.

In addition, the blood power of the **** ancestors' eight blood demons is not weaker than the demonic army of Constance Mossa.

But it looks like his little world is not perfect.

Chen Yan glanced at the changed blood monster of Yu Keming, who was suppressed by himself.

Is it because of one?

This is a tricky way.

If you let him refine the ninth Gore into his own little world.

He should really be able to enter Shangqing State.

Although it is a coincidence, the strength must not be said.

At least under the Qing dynasty, no one is invincible.

The old liar's cold sweats.

The blood ancestor at this moment has no way in his eyes.

It's not just terror.

It has become a demon with infinite mana.

The suffocating breath is like freezing the surrounding air.

The bloodless ancestors' confidence increased with the appearance of the eight blood demon.

He is not yet familiar with this new realm.

But as this force spread throughout his body, his body and mind were changing.

Infinite power brings endless pleasure and unspeakable confidence.

Heaven and earth are under their own control.

It even gave him an illusion.

Even if Zhang Tian was standing in front of him, he would be able to do it.

This may be the origin of the so-called blackened strong three-pointer.

"Drink!" The blood ancestor suddenly drank suddenly.

Suddenly, behind the bloodless ancestors, the huge blood turned into a terrible **** monster.

Although the blood-colored monster had only a head, it had already exuded a terrifying horror.

"Kneel down!" The blood ancestor hummed indifferently.

Although he realized that it was less than half a year to go to Cingjing in half a step.

But he has used it four times.

And every time his opponent starts Xiaotiandi in him, his body and mind collapse instantly.

And this time, he has a deeper understanding of Xiaotiandi.

He believes that this time the opponent is no exception.

Rowling could not stand anymore and fell to the ground.

The old liar is better, but only better.

His legs were trembling now, and the peach sword in his hand could not attack at all.

The only purpose of holding it in your hand is to give yourself some psychological comfort.

But he knew that the peach sword was meaningless at all.

The terrible bloodless power of the blood ancestor opposite him has exceeded his previous understanding of him.

What kind of old monster is this?

Can no one in the world control this old monster?

"That's not enough. You don't even have the right to escape if you have the skill." Chen Yan waved his fingers calmly.

"Hmm!" The moment the blood ancestors hummed innocently, a more terrifying sense of oppression rushed towards Chen Yan.

The wall behind Chen Yan was also crushed directly under tremendous pressure.

"I said it." Chen Yan raised his right arm, and suddenly squeezed out of thin air: "Not enough!"

boom--

Suddenly, all the blood light, and the **** monster with **** ancestors who were innocent and bloody, were directly crushed.

Blood water stained the walls, ceiling, and floor of the room red.

The pupils of the old liar and blood ancestor suddenly contracted.

"How is that possible?" Blood Ancestor looked at Chen Kun in shock.

How did you do it? How strong his own power is, the blood ancestors have no way of knowing it.

But how did the other party do it?

Why did you break your own blood **** directly without feeling it?

"I want to see more spells that make me feel fresh." Chen Yan said indifferently, "If you can't satisfy my curiosity, then you will die faster."

The blood ancestors were unscrupulous and insane before the injustice, but at this moment they were already frowning.

The opposite Chen Yan did not exude his own breath, but even so, he still felt the pressure.

Even in the case of hiding your strength and breath, you can directly break your own blood gods?

This one alone is enough to make him cautious.

"Dead!" The blood ancestor Wudao's body shook slightly, and the blood on the four walls instantly turned into countless blood spurs, blasting towards Chen Kun.